Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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"Then how does it compare to the towering castle you built here in ancient times, which reached the sea of ​​clouds and seemed to be able to pluck the stars from the sky?"

Jormungandr.

Chapter 32 The Most Basic Words of Power

The girl's precious parchment scroll trembled slightly, but thankfully it didn't fall to the ground. Her smile became even more stiff, and there were faint traces of sweat on her hands as she held the scroll, but her face was full of doubt.

“Your Majesty, are you sure you have the right name? My name is Aetina, and I am Aetius’s sister. I do not know any Jormungandr that you are talking about.”

The emperor scoffed, "Jormungandr, as noble as you are, you are also a king. Do you also intend to deceive me with a cunning lie?"

Wang Anzhi knew very well that Jormungandr had no connection with him now, and this girl was not the Xia Mi who might spare his life in the future out of consideration for their three years of friendship.

Before this, they even deliberately avoided each other.

The girl raised her head, her crimson-gold pupils radiating power, her face exuding an imposing aura. The white and brown nun's habit she wore resembled a crown befitting a king ruling over all under heaven, devoid of any humility or symbolism of connection with God.

For she herself is God, the serpent encircling the middle courtyard, Jormungandr.

The veils she placed around her spontaneously combusted without fire, the parchment in her hand twisted and contorted, and the embers of the veils floated up into the air, falling onto the parchment in the girl's hand, twisting and deforming again, finally forming a sickle-shaped weapon.

Such a weapon, which she could generate at will, would naturally pale in comparison to a king who also sits on the throne, but when facing humans and hybrids, it was already the greatest she could hope for.

The emperor watched this scene calmly, without any emotion, without any movement, and without making any special preparations. He commented from his high position like a monarch:

“The Word of Power of the King of Bronze and Fire, Heaven and Earth as a Furnace, and the concept of Armament, one of the Seven Kingdoms in Alchemy,” Wang Anzhi smiled, “Is it too much to pay attention to an ordinary human like me who doesn’t have much combat experience?”

Jormungandr snorted coldly, "When you dared to overstep your bounds and personally expose the gods' feigned humility, you should have been prepared to face your own punishment."

Jormungandr coldly scanned the Emperor, then glanced discreetly at the door and the window. "What do you rely on? A bloodline that's barely passable among ordinary hybrids, allies willing to use themselves as bait to bury me, or this vast alchemical matrix that spans an entire city and can even restrain a monarch?"

She held her head high, rejecting each point one by one, "It's a pity that your bloodline is only enough for you to maintain such a bland appearance in front of me, you can't even stand up in front of me, your allies seem to exist only in my own imagination, as for the alchemical matrix..."

Before Jormungandr could refute, Wang Anzhi felt the faint gravity rising on his body and thought of Genjiro's Word of Power: Royal Authority, which could increase the gravity on the enemy by a thousandfold, and in the end, it could even cause the bones of a creature to crush one's own flesh.

As the source of the earth and mountains, Jormungandr's own "Royal Domain" is enough to cover an even greater pressure. Compared to the uncontrollable Word of Power, Wang Anzhi even noticed that the wooden bookshelves around him had no cracks, and the only one being subjected to the pressure was himself.

He involuntarily unleashed his Word of Power: Emperor. The invisible "spirit" extended out from his grasp, unrestrained by anything. He stood up naturally, as if he were not affected by the royal domain at all, and looked at the dragon girl who was gripping the scythe.

"As fellow rulers, I don't think I'm so inferior that I can't stand up straight in front of you."

"Praise be to the awakening of my King, for destruction is rebirth."

Every life with dragon blood can find this ancient and profound voice in their bloodline. Everyone seems to be able to easily recite this dragon language, although they cannot unleash its true power, but can only feel the awe from their bloodline.

This is the first in the Word Spirit Sequence List. Just as the atom is the measure of all things, the first-sequence Word Spirit, Emperor, is the measure of all Word Spirits. It is closer to the essence of Dragon Clan Word Spirit Studies than those so-called high-risk Word Spirits, top-secret Word Spirits, and world-destroying Word Spirits.

However, at this moment, the Word of Power, which no one had ever mastered before, appeared on a hybrid. Jormungandr dared not even think about what this meant.

She stared intently at Wang Anzhi, the scythe in her hand almost crushing itself. Beneath her white and brown nun's habit, faint black dragon scales peeked through her skin. If she had had the leisure to offer some comments just now, she had no such inclination at all.

"Word of Power, Emperor, who are you?"

Jormungandr scrutinized his body. His bloodline was decent among humans and hybrids, but it was nowhere near the level of that great being. Besides, this was not the time of His return, but she knew very well that the great being could not be imagined by common sense.

This applies to both human common sense and the common sense of dragons.

Jormungandr seemed to have a long-forgotten memory about to awaken in her mind, but she quickly calmed down and remained calm. She wanted to swing the scythe in her hand, but she did not move because of the fear in her heart. She wanted to escape, but she also wanted to find out the truth because of the honor of the king. So she could only stand there, motionless.

Looking at Jormungandr's stunned and motionless expression, Wang Anzhi pondered for a moment and made up his mind that he would never use this Word of Power in front of the Dragon King in the present 21st century. Although he originally did not intend to use this obviously absurd Word of Power, judging from Jormungandr's performance, her Word of Power was probably even more absurd than "Don't Die".

He merely raised his hand slightly, and the girl opposite him reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, almost swinging her scythe down. He had no choice but to spread his bare hands to indicate his harmlessness and said softly:

“I am who I am, the Emperor of Rome. You can call me Valentine III,” Wang Anzhi said helplessly, seeing the girl's sneer and disbelief.

“I know what you’re thinking, but don’t overthink it. I’m not Nidhogg the Black King, nor am I some new Black King. I’m just an ordinary human who wants to cooperate with you.”

Jormungandr didn't believe in the word "ordinary" at all, but just as she had said, she dared not expose the disguise of the gods. If she were to do so, even she herself didn't know what would be inside.

What do you want to collaborate on?

Wang Anzhi's expression was solemn and respectful. "Just as I just told you, I am willing to marry my sister Honoria to your brother Attila or Fenrir, and in return, he will marry his sister, you, Jormungandr, to me."

"Given the differences between marriage among dragons and among humans, I don't think I need to divorce my current wife, Odosia..."

Chapter 33 The Throne is in the West, the Battlefield is in the East

Jormungandr looked at Wang Anzhi, who was talking nonstop, and her expression changed from calm to somewhat unpleasant. She quickly interrupted Wang Anzhi's endless words.

"Do you want me to be your lover?"

Now she was certain that Wang Anzhi was definitely not her father, Nidhogg. No supreme being would be so preoccupied with such a trivial matter as love. They only believed in the swords in their hands and would never accept that so-called marriage alliances could bring true peace.

Just like the Black King and the White King.

“No, in a sense, you will be my legal wife in the Dragon Clan, or rather, my queen,” Wang Anzhi corrected. “At the same time, you will also bring your brother a wonderful marriage. As his sister, don’t you care about your brother’s love life?”

He paused, then continued, "Like me, I sincerely hope that my sister Honoria and your brother Attila... oh, Fenrir, will be happily married, and that they will have a wonderful childhood together in the Roman court."

"Heh," Jormungandr snorted coldly. This human was simply delusional. As the most rational dragon king who held "power," Jormungandr did not believe that her brother Fenrir could be with his childhood playmate. Even if they were, it would only end in tragedy.

As for herself, the same was true. At this time, humans were still struggling to survive on the remnants left behind by the dragon race. If it weren't for those of her kind hiding in the shadows, she wouldn't have paid them any attention.

This so-called transaction was completely unfair to her; it was blatant plunder, and she had absolutely no interest in it.

Looking at Jormungandr, who remained silent with a cold smile, Wang Anzhi said again:

"In the ancient past, the Black King placed his four sons in Europe, ordering them to each be granted a territory. He also placed the other dragons, besides the four kings, in various corners of the world, with the elders who were the first to follow him placed at the easternmost tip of Asia..."

"What do you want to say?" Jormungandr was somewhat alarmed. These were things that he, as the emperor, could not possibly know; there must be others like him behind him.

Ignoring the dragon girl who had already lost her footing, Wang Anzhi continued:

"Apart from the elders who harbor ambitions to replace the Dragon King, most dragons do not have overly fervent ambitions and are content with their lot. Even the four monarchs of Europe live in harmony with each other and do not particularly advocate war..."

"That's because we have no reason to fight. Even if we win against our brothers, would our father allow us to devour them and evolve into gods?"

Jormungandr was perhaps drawn to the familiar aura emanating from Wang Anzhi, or perhaps to the Word of Power "Emperor" within him; in any case, she was now willing to confide some of her innermost thoughts to him.

“Norton is the one among us who is most like our father. His territory, which is now Northern Europe, is closest to our father’s palace. He even ambitiously created the Seven Deadly Sins to judge all of us,” Daenerys sneered, as if she looked down on her brother.

“But so what? He wielded the strongest weapon, yet he didn’t kill a single one of his own kind,” she said to Wang Anzhi as if asking a question, but she was only muttering to herself, “Was he incompetent?”

“No, that’s not true. Even our father admitted that he was the one among us who was most like him, but he still accomplished nothing,” the Dragon King’s pupils dimmed.

"You humans regard us dragons as gods and demons, but in the eyes of the true supreme beings, we don't even have the most basic freedom. We can't choose death, we can't choose freedom, and we can only be used as living tools to divide power."

Jormungandr grew increasingly angry as he spoke, “He used so-called kinship to build us a meticulously designed prison, and then made us obediently jump in, without seeking any resistance. Even though the key to the prison was in our hearts, no one dared to cut open their own heart to open their own prison. We could only huddle together with our brothers for warmth in our own prisons, like the little match girl, and watch helplessly as the last flame gradually went out.”

The girl looked at Wang Anzhi, who was listening quietly, and said, "This is our life."

She continued, “I know what you’re trying to say, Europa. Our ancient territories hold unique significance for each of us. Norton’s fiefdom is in Northern Europe, closest to the Black King’s palace in the Arctic Circle, while my territory is in Southern Europe, or rather, in present-day Rome. The fiefdom of the King of the Sea and Water is in Eastern Europe.”

"Six hundred years ago, Greece was destroyed, and Alexander the Great, one of your humankind, launched an eastern expedition. My throne, the throne of the King of Earth and Mountains, the throne of the King of Bronze and Fire, and the throne of the King of the Sea and Water were all destroyed. My towering tower in Rome and Norton's bronze temple in Northern Europe were also destroyed. We could only flee eastward, all the way to the easternmost part of Asia that you mentioned, the territory where the Presbyterian Church used to be located."

Jormungandr was very calm, and did not seem to regret his past failures, wanting to maintain an air of superiority.

She said calmly, "The land of Rome is indeed important to me. What kind of king is a king without land? A beggar king who can only make a living by selling his crown?" After a moment of self-deprecation, she exuded even greater pressure, speaking slowly and deliberately, "But the people above are not important to me. Besides, my brother has his own people in this life, and he doesn't need you Romans to interfere."

Looking at the Dragon Girl's fierce yet cowardly demeanor, and her desperate attempt to appear strong, Wang Anzhi couldn't help but laugh. "Your Highness Jormungandr, six hundred years ago you slunk away to the East. Do you think you can change anything six hundred years later?"

He pointed to the city of Rome outside the door, "Forty-two years ago, the year your brother was 'born,' the leader of the Secret Party foresaw the birth of the Dragon King and chose Rome as the battlefield. All the families of the Secret Party placed their accumulated wealth here. Every inch of land in Rome is filled with alchemical matrices, and everyone in the city is fuel that supplies the matrices to run."

He muttered to himself, "Yes, we don't know how to refine spiritual elements to condense the 'Philosopher's Stone' that can harm the Dragon King. In that case, why not use a simpler method, such as using the natural carrier of spiritual elements, namely humans themselves, as torches to ignite the alchemical matrix that can harm the Dragon King."

Wang Anzhi looked at Jormungandr and did not show weakness either:

"We cannot be considered defeated until the last man in Rome is dead."

Chapter 34 The People are the Emperor's Currency

Seeing the Dragon King's astonishment, Wang Anzhi laughed heartily, "Anyway, even if I'm just serving as fuel, as a center of the matrix, I think I'll be among the last batch."

Jormungandr gave the emperor a deep look, but inwardly he was pondering the prophecy the emperor had spoken of.

Humans could not have predicted the birth of the Dragon King. This was a technology they could never master. Whether it was the power of words or alchemy, there was an extremely deep barrier between hybrids and pure-blooded dragons, let alone the Dragon King. This was a gene written into their bloodline when they were created, and it would never be changed by any possible "genius".

"I've heard that you humans believe in God. Are you not afraid of falling into hell by treating human life and souls like this, treating them as fuel? You should know that every spiritual element you extract is a soul in mythology. Doesn't your doctrine say that those who play with souls will fall into hell and never be redeemed?"

Jormungandr tried to persuade her earnestly, and with her linen nun's habit making her look like a saint, the feeling faded when one thought of her dragon identity.

Wang Anzhi was not a devout believer, but for the sake of the many believers, he did not mind pretending to be God's messenger.

"If God knew that we were willing to offer our souls and sacrifice our lives to fight the devil, I think we might even have a place in Heaven. As for the people of Rome..."

He hesitated for a moment, not looking at Jormungandr's smirk as he was called "the devil," and continued, "I think even if they knew of their sacrifice, they would still give their lives and souls to God without hesitation."

He added, "Of course, neither I nor the Secret Service would, and have no intention of, letting them know about this. Letting them return to the Lord's embrace in their ignorance is also an acceptable thing."

The dragon girl sneered, "If they knew their fate, I doubt they would be so calm!"

She gritted her teeth. "They can sacrifice themselves, but they would never want to be sacrificed."

Wang Anzhi strongly agreed, but he also sighed, "It's a pity that they can't do anything but watch themselves go further and further down the path of sacrifice."

He looked tired. "I think you should know that such a project is definitely not something a puppet emperor like me can accomplish. As for the Secret Party..." He shook his head and smiled. "They may produce some good leaders and heroes who are willing to die for them, but unfortunately, such a project is definitely not something they can push forward day after day for decades."

Jormungandr quickly fell silent. She knew the emperor was right. Putting aside the prophecy that spanned decades, and the sheer number of projects undertaken over those decades, even the most basic blueprints for this alchemical matrix, large enough to cover an entire city, were beyond the capabilities of humans and hybrids.

Perhaps the hybrid families are arrogant and think they can piece together such a "foundation" from some discarded blueprints and ancient relics, but Jormungandr, as the Dragon King, is not so naive.

Considering the victors on this land six hundred years ago and the actions that drove most of the dragon kings out of Europe, the mastermind behind it all is self-evident.

"Odin."

The girl was seething with hatred. She desperately wanted to call her blood brother a "cuckold" and sever all ties, but she knew she couldn't do it. In fact, being in this alchemical matrix, she was the weaker one.

Once the fighting breaks out, Odin, who has been hiding behind the scenes as the victor, will definitely not be able to suppress his desires and will want to take this opportunity to seize the throne of the earth and mountains for himself.

Even doing nothing could expose them, leading to a well-prepared hunt by Odin, turning a retreat into a rout.

If she wants to win, it would be better to reach a cooperation agreement. That was her original goal, but she chose to cooperate with her nominal brother, Aetius. However, it seems that she may have a better option now.

With this thought in mind, Jormungandr's previously troubled heart calmed down, and she even had time to enjoy the warm sea breeze, a scent she hadn't experienced in many years. And then there was the Queen named Eudosia; her dragon-like ears had long since heard the princess from the Eastern Roman Empire pacing back and forth outside the door—she wasn't taking care of her daughter at all, as she had claimed.

Thinking of this, Jormungandr's tense heart couldn't help but relax. She looked at the mysterious emperor in front of her, wondering if her choice was right. She could only leave it to her future self to judge.

She said solemnly, "I agree to the cooperation you promised, but the marriage agreement..."

Jormungandr shook his head and continued, "To show our sincerity, I think we could even make a blood oath."

She was going to make one last test. Lowly blood could not restrain the behavior of a king. If the Emperor's Word of Power was just a rare genetic mutation that had only occurred once every tens of thousands of years, then he was not qualified to form a blood pact with her and restrain each other.